THE SOMEDAY SUNDAY

Sleep now sweetness
dream the fear away-

To hear you breathe
to know that you're not dead-

Tracing track marks
Screams the next room
"You can't help"...

Placing all your stars
in halo form-

Still concentrated
energy of harm-

Well you made it to the yard at 6am
Dripping booze&blood
&heroin,
and its sunday morning now

I hate it more
Because I've been there before...

Something clicks in rhythm
me awake-

The soft and subtle
tapping of the vein-

You're a monster
A fucking MONSTER!

Well you're spared another night to live and love
But you insist on tearing your temple down,and it's Sunday morning now,I hope someday you'll figure out...
All I want to do
Is
Love
You. ..